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Mobile Minutes: Project Corn Part I


Had a blast last night. My boys from 8 bit BBQ were back in action in another contest. At the same event I had some Kansas City Shock players signing autographs throughout the evening. Fresh meat for tacos were cooked, Boulevard was on tap, and last night was just straight up awesome.

However, I’m currently on route to my weekend project: traveling. This weekend the Kansas City Shock hits the road for two away games. One in the Davenport, Iowa area and another in Des Moines, Iowa. Incredibly with all my driving I have never been to either.

Affectionately this section is “Project Corn” for obvious reasons. If you’d like to “see” the games visit @KC_SHOCK_LIVE on Twitter starting at 3:00 PM CST.

Final thought:
Aside from SimCity, I had one video game that I frequently played. A humorous MMOP called Team Fortress 2. Trust me…comical. My character was called “Pyro”, a madman with a gas mask and a flame thrower. It just so happened to be that the guys at 8 bit BBQ had a spare gas mask laying around…

Enjoy.

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-D-


O: Banana Pancakes


I told myself that I’d never do anything to any cheesy effects of Jack Johnson, John Mayer, or Train…

I went two for three.

I find it fascinating that this time last year I was wrapping up the first volume of FilingThePapers; the section well known as “X“. The primary focal point about the immediate recovery of divorce and moving on in my own life. With the adventure of Guatemala really making its mark of a year from the divorce; I started over with volume two, labeled “O” [Get it yet? X's and O's?...hehe...]. The second volume really emphasized growth, it wasn’t aimed so much at reflection as much as it was moving forward; most notably the theme tended to unintentionally revolve around the creation of the Kansas City Shock and seeing God’s hand do marvelous, inexpiable things with the program, including the kick-off of this sports team just a few weeks ago. I never really thought about where “O” would end. With “X” I had a game plan, a blue print, an idea of how to wrap it up. How do wrap the continuation of ones life? I think my girlfriend answered it without realizing it.

It’s been a crazy, crazy week. On Monday, after ten years of service, I stepped away from Subway for good. It wasn’t planned to be this prompt, but it was coming. There were several factors adding to the eventual moment that took place on Monday, some on my end some on my employers end. Insanely “Mobile Minutes: Equipment Check” really was a key for me. I went into Monday’s meeting knowing that there was a strong likelihood I’d leave without being employed with Subway. Because of that it really didn’t hurt when the truth came out of what was taking place. Now, in this process I did lose the company car and the ultrabook [laptop] because they were company property. I’ve been adjusting, but am already looking for own ultrabook because I like my eight year old laptop…but it is just that…eight years old. Thankfully, God has blessed me with a truck that won’t die. Seriously. It was over 268,000 miles on it and I witnessed my family [MC primarily] put each one of those miles on the truck. It’s been good to me, and in the worse case scenario, it gives me transportation. Now, if I need to go down south, to the city, or a business trip I’m further blessed with my girlfriends car in those instances until something else gets figured out. Unlike being jobless a few years ago, I do have money to get me through comfortably the next 90 days while I work on additional employment. I really, really wish there was a way for the Kansas City Shock to be my full time job, but currently it’s a new business and because of that, the money isn’t there yet. That’s alright, because also unlike last time, I know God has my back and He has something incredible in store for me. Some applications I’ve put in I’ve already started to hear back from [whether that employer knows it or not]. I will confess that I’m strongly aiming at the soccer market. Because of the Kansas City Shock, my calling, ministry, and life…that’s where I know I need to be. Now, we’ll just see how God wants to plan it out. It was kind of sad to see my supervisor off from Subway, she’s a God fearing woman who has known me most of those ten years. However, outside of her and a few others, there wasn’t much of a connection with that company so stepping away wasn’t too hard. As I explained to MC over lunch on Monday, Subway did exactly what it was supposed to do. It moved me from Point A [divorced, alone, stuck down south] to Point B [the city, a family, and a new life]. When you see what God has done with a job, and how short life is compared to eternity, it doesn’t sting as much [aside from the car being gone]. The staff with the Kansas City Shock knows that I’m gone from Subway, but I’m very, very fortunate that my earnings from Subway were not the direct ‘lifeline’ of finances for the Shock. This assists in knowing that, that program isn’t negatively affected by this transition and it continues to move smoothly.

Obviously in this process my girlfriend was caught off guard with me leaving the company. She’s working her tail off at Starbucks trying to move up the career ladder [and kicking butt in that process mind you], so it stemmed all sorts of questions of immediate panic that have calmed down. While many people didn’t know the exact circumstances with my job, she was aware, so while there was some direct panic; it wasn’t overly shocking. However, even Monday night I did find myself questioning what was going on with life and what to do next [I hadn't started the resume/application process yet]. My girlfriend, knowing me so well, started sending me links to YouTube videos of hedgehogs [she wants one desperately], and then a random video of the song “Banana Pancakes” by Jack Johnson. Turns out, her not being a yuppy, she’d missed that song a few years ago. It was cute, light, and loving. It only makes sense that come Tuesday morning I wound up eating banana pancakes at the apartment with her [she made foster too...and it was excellent], and we started to talk about what our next move should be [several times over we've made the comments that it is us vs the world, the beginning of week helped solidify that]. I think really this is where the true insanity of the week started. The conversation, while not 100% accurate, went something like this:

D: So, now what?
Girlfriend: I don’t know, what do you think?
D: Not sure. Want to get engaged?
Girlfriend: Really?
D: Sure. Why not?
Girlfriend: I wonder if Kay’s has that ring I like in stock.
D: We could grab it today. Let’s go look.
Girlfriend: Let me call first.
[calls four different locations in the area]
Girlfriend: They don’t have it in stock, and it would require at least three days to get here.
D: Want to go see if there is one that you may love more that’s in stock?
Girlfriend: Are we seriously doing this?
D: Absolutely
Girlfriend: Alright. Let’s go!

Now, I’m not going to say that conversation is extremely accurate, but that was the overall gist of the moment. We got in her car and drove to the local mall and walked into Kay’s. Then the fun began. She started looking at rings, and of course the ladies at Kay were top-notch [as always], and then ‘it happened’. You know, she saw that ring and that was going to be the ring. No matter what. She sat there in Kay’s holding this ring, and just paused for a while thinking on whether or not this moment was really happening. It didn’t take that long before I heard, “We’ll take it!”

At the register, processing the paperwork, the lady asked if I would like to put the ring on her in the store. Naturally, I declined the offer and just had it boxed up and placed in the sack. Incredible, through all these ‘reckless’ moves, I did have a plan.

When I was little there was a spot next to the Missouri River that I loved going to. No docks, no houses, nothing, out in the country right next to the giant body of water [I even had senior pictures taken there]. It was my secret spot, even at the age of 25 I rarely took anyone to that location. It was a place, in Kansas, that meant the world to me and I could escape everything. In my girlfriends case she has a undying love of rivers and bodies of water; reasons of which I’ll never understand.

It only makes sense that we took a short five miles jog across the river to this secret spot. There was no candles, no cameras, in fact I was in running clothes and she was in mismatched work/comfort clothes. Honestly, we were a humorous mess that anyone could tell that the day before took an unknown toll on each of us. In that mess and near the body of water that both of us relate to so well, I got down on one knee and just asked her to marry me [not as easy as it sounds, because understand this...those who never have...you will get nervous]. Insanely the ring didn’t need to be resized at all and it was a perfect fit. Afterwards, we went and worked out [true story] and then surprised my mother at her house. Somewhere in the mix of this Facebook went nuts with a photo and congratulations galore [thank you all!], and we just entertainingly laughed the night away because we did something unpredictable. I can safely say at least 99% of the people who know us would not have seen that one coming, and that’s fine with both of us because through this whole crazy process we made sure that we were doing something that we orchestrated not dictated by anyone else. That is more liberating then even walking away from a job.

What’s next?

Well:

  • Restructuring FilingThePapers…again
  • Meeting with our pastor from MoVal tonight
  • Job applications and such
  • Kansas City Shock season is in full tilt
  • Engagement photos
  • Really…the list could go on and on…

For those of you who’ve just now discovered this page you should do some digging, and see what this was all about. For those of you who have been with me since day 1, thank you for the support, prayers, and for humoring me on my careless adventures.

 

That is one happy chica!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FilingThePapers isn’t going anywhere, I’m definitely not ending the site [it's far too fun], and I’m already knee deep in the first draft of “X: Dare To Be Different”.

Let’s see what comes next!

-D-

Note: If anyone ever got confused, I would like to clarify that my girlfriend is indeed the same person that is referred to as Darco throughout these posts. What’s even more incredible is I’m marrying the same girl that I had the honor of leading to Christ one night in the parking lot of Starbucks.


Mobile Minutes: Let It Rain


Apartment is clean.
Dishes washed.
Candle lit.
Chai tea at the couch.
Rain falling outside.

I am relaxed.

Today was my final day of work for the month with Subway, so I planned my stores carefully [there were only two left, and that's because they were closed yesterday for the holiday]. One had been a troubling store in past months, definitely a ‘project’ store in several ways. However, much had happened in recent weeks and when I stepped in today…it looked like a Subway. It looked normal, clean, friendly…I mean my jaw was on the ground. I was so, so pleased with what I had found. It just really started the mood of tranquility for the rest of the month.

After work Darco and I headed up north to visit her grandmothers grave site; a place that we had visited this time last year when we were still getting to know one another [and her family]. At the same time there was a Tornado Warning to the west and a Severe Thunderstorm Warning to the north, and in my world; that’s relaxing. A nap at the apartment ensued and when I awoke; it was time to clean. Darco started with the kitchen and worked her way to the first bathroom, I took on the bedroom, second bathroom, and office. By then she was out since she has to open her store at 4:30 AM tomorrow. Now, I’m just chilling in the living room, enjoying the rain, smelling the candle [it's one of those crackling candles] and catching up on some Kansas City Shock stuff.

I found out about an hour ago that the main commentator for Sporting Kansas City, Cal Williams, actually gave the Kansas City Shock a shout out for their 3-0 win over the Des Moines Menace on Sunday [Sporting was playing the men's side of that program tonight]. Overall the sensation is still surreal. Obviously there is a lot of work that still needs to be done [this weekend was most definitely a dry run of the sorts], but for as stressful as it is, man what a ride this is! Glory to God in the highest; most definitely, it never gets old giving Him the praise for this insane adventure.

Finally paperwork has been submitted for the month; the rain is getting heavier, the glass of tea is still full [turns out Darco gets her Starbucks discount at Teavana stores], and for the first time in a very long time…I’m out of stress. I know what needs to be done, but I’m not stressed but very relaxed. So I’m going to clean up FilingThePapers [it's cluttered, again], get some new spreadsheets ready to go for work[s], but first I’ll show you some fun photos over the past couple days:

Alright, if I had a photo already that I'm clinging to dearly it's this one. The one with her hands up? That's Aliesha Cassie, our player from Scotland. She scored on Sunday [as a defender] against Des Moines. The store of her journey with the Kansas City Shock is unreal. She's the first person to ever contact me about playing for the Kansas City Shock. How long ago? Try June of last year. That's before we had coaches, players, home field, budget, staff, tryouts, etc...I told her she'd have to try out like everyone else. She did. She tried out in December, I hadn't spoken to any coaches much about our conversations [she has an amazing story of dedication and strength]. She made it onto our roster on the first tryout, then became the face of the organization with a small photo shoot with Weber Creative, and is now our captain. I mean...this is one of those players that I look at and am just amazed at the story of progression from the moment I received an email from her last year to this day. Mind blowing. And yes...she's an incredible player as well.

Alright, if I had a photo already that I’m clinging to dearly it’s this one. The one with her hands up? That’s Aliesha Cassie, our player from Scotland. She scored on Sunday [as a defender] against Des Moines. The store of her journey with the Kansas City Shock is unreal. She’s the first person to ever contact me about playing for the Kansas City Shock. How long ago? Try June of last year. That’s before we had coaches, players, home field, budget, staff, tryouts, etc…I told her she’d have to try out like everyone else. She did. She tried out in December, I hadn’t spoken to any coaches much about our conversations [she has an amazing story of dedication and strength]. She made it onto our roster on the first tryout, then became the face of the organization with a small photo shoot with Weber Creative, and is now our captain. I mean…this is one of those players that I look at and am just amazed at the story of progression from the moment I received an email from her last year to this day. Mind blowing. And yes…she’s an incredible player as well.

Remember that time I posted a review about "Blanc Burgers and Bottles" [search--> O: Blanc]? The conversation with the owner, Ernesto, never stopped from there. He's a huge soccer fan, and loves grassroots development [much like his business]. Well, we had lunch a few weeks back to discuss business. He came up with a unique idea; have the team over to his place every Monday night after home games to regroup, relax, and enjoy ourselves. I was taken back! This guy owns one of the more successful restaurants in Kansas City and is inviting our program out to eat? Just amazed me. Last night was our first time there. Obviously amazing service, but the menu was catered just for us as well. I try to keep my pride in check [seriously, I try], but something about that moment just really brought about this joy in me of recognizing that the Kansas City Shock is a real, living deal.

Remember that time I posted a review about “Blanc Burgers and Bottles“? The conversation with the owner, Ernesto, never stopped from there. He’s a huge soccer fan, and loves grassroots development [much like his business]. Well, we had lunch a few weeks back to discuss business. He came up with a unique idea; have the team over to his place every Monday night after home games to regroup, relax, and enjoy ourselves. I was taken back! This guy owns one of the more successful restaurants in Kansas City and is inviting our program out to eat? Just amazed me. Last night was our first time there. Obviously amazing service, but the menu was catered just for us as well. I try to keep my pride in check [seriously, I try], but something about that moment just really brought about this joy in me of recognizing that the Kansas City Shock is a real, living deal.

And finally, for those of you who are curious about statistics and all of that. Here’s the skinny:

After Two Games:
Kansas City Shock:
Goals Scored: 5
Goals Scored On: 0
Current Record: 2-0
League Standing: 1st [out of 80+]

God is good guys, trust me. God is good.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Getting Out


On the monthly business trip.
Eating alone at Applebee’s at 9:00 PM. The ladies are at practice, two days from kick off. Jersey’s were found, shirts ordered, other things being worked on. Game is at 2:00 PM CST on Saturday…I’m already a nervous wreck. The rain is holding off for Saturday it looks like, and Sunday evening should be nice as well. Two teams coming from St. Louis and Des Moines. Paperwork is still being processed by the league (not a fan). I have to be at the field tomorrow night to meet season ticket holders and do a run through for the game day. Making sure I’m out of the way basically. Not an easy task it turns out.

I’m nervous, slightly terrified. The pressure on and off the field is borderline unsettling. For as unapologetic as I have been known to be, this is the one time I do not want to disappoint people. Not just for the sales, but because I firmly believe that they deserve it. This isn’t a corporate program, this isn’t nationally based, this what happens when people get ideas. Local people, passionate people, the people’s people.

Does that make any sense? Or am I just rambling? We have to win, we have to succeed. We have to achieve the greatness that we are destined to reach.

-D-


#getyourpraiseon


Our pastor at MoVal has some inalienable truths:
1. God is real
2. Duck Dynasty is a tool of His
3. Raccoon trapping is a form of worship

We’re close on truths:
1. God is real
2. Soccer is a tool of His
3. BBQ is a form of worship

Saturday I had a great pleasure. I put my work clothes away, hung up my Kansas City Shock jacket, and headed out for the day. Allow me to introduce you to “8 bit BBQ”:

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Boom baby

“8 bit” consists of my friend, Sam, and his friends from Kansas City. Nerds, science, and sauce. Behold: “8 bit BBQ”. They were involved in the 18th annual Platte City BBQ Contest. They were one of 52 teams (and easily the youngest in that mix of hillbilly deluxe) with entries in chicken, pork, pork ribs, and brisket (dessert optional, but only cheesecake wins).

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Burnt Ends: Kansas City Style

Thanks to Jim and MC, I love BBQ. Not just eating it, but the gift of it (Jim is a natural). So, I spent all day in beautiful weather, outside, down the road from a very work invested area just enjoying BBQ, family, and friends. It was relaxing (aside from plating) and fun. I chilled for four guys my age, similar stresses, similar backgrounds, and for a few hours yesterday…I was just a 25 year old guy. How’d the event end? With a 4th place in ribs (hot dang, top photo here) and the results of Sam’s parents ‘beer run’.

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Boulevard Win

It. Was. Fun.
I. Had. Fun.

Spiritual ramifications from the day? Yes. Plenty. Why am I getting my praise on?

1. BBQ was good
2. Boulevard was cold
3. God is good

That’s a day of peace.

-D-


O: Fighting Words


I just spent thirty minutes yelling in the car.

To no one.

Seriously, if you looked at me yelling in the car while driving to grab some iced coffee for the night, I was yelling at no one.

Reality is though; I was yelling at God.

I’m so sick of fighting.

I expressed this poorly to my girlfriend tonight. I’m sick of fighting. Today was one of the more stressful Friday’s that I had incurred in some time. The more I thought about it, the more I realized…everything I do is about fighting:

  • I’m fighting for business
  • I’m fighting for love
  • I’m fighting for my faith
  • I’m fighting for my dreams
  • I’m fighting for my health

I’m just fighting. Everything in me revolves around fighting, and guess what? I am tired. I’m exhausted. I’m done with fighting. That’s exactly what I yelled at God tonight; I’m sick of not getting rest and I’m sick of fighting.

Don’t judge me…and don’t tell me none of you have thought something similar…

It started from this morning; I woke up in a horrible mood. Business things have been stressful and it showed in the mirror. The whole day I felt tension between myself and my Master, and tonight I finally snapped. It’s been brewing for a while, and I’m yet to see where actually becoming angry with God gets you any further advancement, but tonight I didn’t even care. I was/am irritated, upset, heartbroken, and just plain mad. Sure, nothing in life is free and you have to work for the things you have, but man…it feels like there isn’t anyone even in the corner with me. Where’s my Father? Where’s my God? Where’s the Creator of the universe? I know He’s here, I know He’s listening, watching, and probably pondering in thought [I wonder if He does that], but tonight…like a spoiled child, I’m just angry with God.

I’m simply angry because I’m sick of fighting, but guess what? It doesn’t stop. The fighting never stops, not on this earth at least. The daily battles of good and evil rage on throughout the days and nights. I once read where it says, “I will give rest to the weary”, but I think I’m not weary enough. It’s hard to express it in words, but even in the ‘real world’ the fighting is insane:

I fight businessmen who throw me under the bus every chance they get.
I fight for the sake of our soccer program; pushing and convincing people that we’re real and we’re going to be great.
I fight in a relationship because I’m fighting for the relationship [I'm just terrible at showing it].

Even a month ago this anger issue saw its boiling point when I was threatened to go outside of a Steak-N-Shake with a fellow customer, so he could show me how to talk like a man. I’m taking full blame for that. I was so sick of seeing the waitress being treated so poorly that I just outright called out a family of six who were being jerks. Turns out papa bear wasn’t thrilled with this notion and through some interlaced cursing made it clear that if I didn’t shut it he was going to force me to. My arrogance got the best of me, but before a blow could be landed, his family left the diner. Was I the hero? Nope, I was just a hot head who was sick of seeing people treated so…horribly. That’s all I am, a fighter.

I’m going to try to fall asleep and actually rest, but judging by the spat I just had with God; I doubt rest comes easily.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Humanity


My body feels like death.

Anyone remember the ‘truck stick’ from football video games via Play Station? If you do, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

I feel like I’ve been mowed down. Last night I went in for my running for the day, as conducted via the schedule. The first two miles were alright, but kind of boring. I’m trying to follow instructions by running at a pace that I can carry on a conversation. However, by the end of mile two I was so desperate to go to bed that I cranked the mother up and run a sub-6 third mile.

I. Hate. My. Life.

It hurts to walk, sit, move, type, breathe, think…everything.

Thankfully though; some time as being a human, mid-20 adult is due up this weekend.

Double date tomorrow night [after a three mile run and work]. Saturday has some Peeps Soccer in action, a few stores, a two mile run, and then Sporting on the television with MC and Jim, with my beloved girlfriend cooking some wonderful dinner. Then Sunday…by Sunday I’m done with work for the month, it is an official ‘rest’ day on the training, and I will relax.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part IX


This was supposed to be humorous.

Sadly I can’t quite find the mindset to bring a smile to even myself. After getting lost in Vermont I went through US 302, winding across the mountain range that actually has Mount Washington in it. During this time I finally got cell reception, saw the emails and suddenly panicked.

I was supposed to be at the finish line. In a random change of events last night I had decided to not go to the Boston Marathon and instead head up here. The realization of that was more then I could handle and required a few minutes of fresh air. Then I started receiving the texts and phone calls from those who knew where I was this weekend. I called MC, she nearly lost it when I told her what had happened and that I was safe. The players from the Boston Breakers were in the race today, but thankfully they were all safe.

This is the first time that I’ve been this…close…to something like this. I imagine that the airport will be a nightmare tomorrow, but for now…I’m unbelievably grateful for direction to head north. No humor in this at all; I’m just happy that somehow God shipped me to Vermont, Canada, and then Portland instead of spending the day in Boston.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part VII


I’m on the loose. Because of how the airline tickets setup I wound up with an extra day in the area.
So, I’m packing my bags and I’m heading north. Literally. It turns out that Maine is just up the road. Maine as our economy teachers have taught us, has lobster. I’ve come this far and haven’t had lobster yet. It’s nearly a two hour drive (with tolls) and the weather is beautiful.

Shoreline drive it is then, and this time my camera is ready.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Boston Part V


Good morning/afternoon world!

I’ve decided to be as cliche as humanly possible this morning; eating Boston Creme Donuts at Dunkin Donuts on Summer Street.

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First, it turns out that this specific store is ancient; the black/white photos along the walls confess to that [there are cars from the '40's in the parking lot of the photo]. I spent some time on the interstates winding around the Boston area, but eventually to start heading over to the stadium I had to get knee deep into the streets.

Wow.

Traffic. Traffic. Traffic.

On a Sunday none-the-less. All the parks are filled with kids [and old guys trying to recreate days when they were kids],a nd the roads are just crammed with cars everywhere. So far, what is most fascinating is the overall appearance of the area. The fact that I’m staying in a town that was founded in 1729 just blows my mind. The vegetation in the area is so, so dense. Also remember that the last time I was moving about it was traveling in a desert between Las Vegas and Reno. The housing looks old, but not run down…just old, antique…really, really neat actually. The diversity was expected, and is so well embraced out here. I’m sitting next to a man with a very strong accent from Ireland, eating in a Dunkin Donuts managed by a guy from India, and just saw several people stop in that have French accents. It is nice to see diversity embraced and accepted. I know it isn’t perfect, but versus what I’ve heard growing up…it’s refreshing.

In about an hour I’m heading over to Dilboy Stadium to see the game day process getting started. The weather is perfect; I know that comparison to the average temperature for time of year it’s a bit cool…but trust me; in jeans and a jacket the weather is perfect.

So far, keeping track…of the past travels Las Vegas is the only city that I wouldn’t live in…ever. Boston though; so far, so good. While it is evident that over a million people live here, it still feels like a neighborhood. It’s as if a bunch of small towns just merged together. Factor in the Revolutionary War stuff along the way [seriously cool], and this is just a neat area. Prices are a bit higher, but nothing extreme. It’s cheaper out here on standard ‘stuff’ versus Los Angeles, but not quite as low as Las Vegas.

Insanely I have not found the Boston accent…yet. When I picked up the rental car, he had a Hispanic accent. The hotel? French. The restaurant? Chinese. The coffee shop today? India. I just find irony of that, but I’ve been informed that it’s coming once I get to the stadium….hold that thought…man just yelled at his kids for wanting chocolate milk…that was definitely the Boston accent.

In the end, this is a pretty cool place. I image it is beautiful in the winter, and I definitely see why it is a summer destination for several people.

Now that the traveler’s concepts are out of the way…let the soccer game begin!

-D-


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